In Funere
Eduardo Slayer, Vinicius Campos
We've cried an endless river
Our hope stores all but drained,
Your echoes are fading quickly intensifying our pain
Your fingerprints all washed away
We pack away your clothes
Your door permanently closed
You've slipped into another world a place we cannot be
Time can no longer touch you and sadly nor can we
And so the dark turns into night
The sun all set and gone
Yet though our tears have blurred our sight
Your memory spurs us on
